~WARNING, this story is a bit insane. Continue reading... if you dare enter the realm of insanity... for I'm already there.~

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Pewds POV:

Present:

Blood.

So much blood.

Splattered on the walls, pooling on the floor, even dripping from the ceiling.

"W-why?" My voice cracks.

The bloodied figure turns slowly towards me, and I catch the gleam of the knife in his right hand.

I'm frozen, so I can't move. My body betrays me yet again.

My breathing stops for a moment, as I make the mistake of looking into his eyes.

I don't see the kind, gentle, emerald eyes I always looked forward to seeing.

No.

My eyes meet crazed, blood red ones.

Eyes of the insane.

The man smiles sadistically at me, and lifts up his knife, licking the blood that stains it.

The blood of these now corpses that use to be friends.

I can't look at them. I can't look at the fear and pain etched onto their faces.

He can though, and he loves it.

"W-why." I ask again, fighting back the flood of tears threatening to spill. "I-I thought we were f-friends..."

I was cut off by the red man's laughter, hysterical laughter I've only heard in horror movies.

He stops and looks at me again, grinning. "You must be mistaken, I am not who you think I am."

I feel my eyes widen slightly, shocked to hear him speak.

"You see, your friend who occupied this body is not here, nor will you ever see him again."

I hear bitterness enter his voice, but strangely something else I couldn't place. Sorrow?

He sounded older, much older. And his eyes said he has seen many things he wished he hadn't.

His eyes were sad and if I'd have blinked, I would have missed the single, solitaire tear gliding smoothly down his cheek.

He snaps out of his reverie and smiles cruelly. "Never."

"W-who are you?" I find myself asking.

"Who am I, you ask?" He repeats, chuckling. "I am Mad, fore I am madness itself."

He walks swiftly towards me. My legs refuse to move. To run away; they feel like stone.

As he's standing in front of me, I smell the copper and metallic smell of blood on his breathe.

"And now, I will have to show you the same courtesy as I did with your friends."

My knees begin to shake from his sadistic gaze, and the tears start to flow freely.

"I-I thought we w-were best friends, C-"

I was cut off by a searing pain in my side. I slowly look down to see his knife ground into me, my blood soaking my shirt.

"Don't speak that name. Ever." The red man said menacingly to me.

I fall to my knees, holding onto him. Why I was, I'm not sure.

Maybe because despite being a mental case, this person was still in the body of my closest friend. My bro.

And his body was still warm, like I remember.

"C-Cr-" I was cut off again by another jab in the side, making me gasp in pain.

Why won't he let me say his name?

"Cr-" Again, he stabs me, but this time pulls back and does it again and again.

My body begins to give out completely due to the pain.

'So much pain, Cry. So much pain...' I whispered before losing myself to the pain.

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TBC...

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